• Matéria: Filosofia
  • Autor: matrizazul09
  • Perguntado 6 anos atrás

Your Mother
you
is always with you. She's the
whisper of the leaves as you walk down the
street, she's the smell of certain foods
remember, flowers you pick, the fragrance of
life itself. She's the cool hand on your brow
when you're not feeling well, she's your breath
in the air on a cold winter's day. She is the
sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the
colors of a rainbow, she is Christmas morning.
Your mother lives inside your laughter. She's
the place you came from, your first home, and
she's the map you follow with every step you
take. She's your first love, your first friend,
even your first enemy, but nothing on earth
can separate you. Not time, not space...
not even death.​

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respondido por: elanealvescunha8
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não entendi na

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eu não sei inglês

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